The end of the semester is in three weeks. It is, therefore, within my imagination: I can envision three weeks. Three weeks. When I was pregnant, three weeks ‘til birth seemed very real. A short period of time within which to get ready. Not quite tomorrow, but still, within spittin' distance.
When you intensely want something, three weeks seems interminable. But I am not needy. I merely want time. I can wait. Time will come.
Though, I have to say, this fall has put time on a roller coaster. The days have been a blur.
Today was no exception.